by Dilly Attygalle

sometimes there’s nothing
left to do
but bottle
these moments
of silent desolation
inside a verse
between lines
like amma
pickles mangoes
when they are
bruised
over-ripe
or bittersweet
seeds covered in
bright yellow flesh
once fresh
and swollen with promise
fruits
easily discardable
and yet preserved
for a later time.

‘Poems and Pickles’, written and read by Dilly Attygalle
Dilly Attygalle

Dilly has for the most part been a closet poet/writer all her life. 9 to 5 she works in publishing and devotes her spare time championing #slowreading via Book Affairs as well as running cosy little supper clubs introducing flavours from her childhood home in Sri Lanka to Londoners.

She likes using poetry as a form of personal healing and reflection. Her work has been published online and in print including the Dear Damsels’ collection So Long As You Write.